[The secrets of heaven are not revealed: carry a magic weapon that conceals the secrets of heaven, which can isolate the spiritual consciousness of monks at the Golden Core realm and below the Golden Core realm]
[Fake face: carefully disguised, not the real appearance]
[The Magical Spirit: The secret effect, when activated, can secretly erode the opponent's mind and temporarily control their behavior. The higher the opponent's level, the weaker the effect]
After seeing the effect of the three luck entries on the opponent, Jiang Fan's eyes flashed.
His guess was indeed correct.
Moreover, looking at the effect of the last skill called Huo Ling, this person is probably the guy named Yu Zhengyang that Senior Kong Mingzi told him before.
I saw this man with a calm look on his face, walking unhurriedly towards the fat white monk.
Seeing this, the fat white monk looked happy and saluted respectfully:
"Mr. Yu, you are finally here."
The monk surnamed Yu hummed softly, then nodded towards Wan Guiming, who was standing next to the fat white monk:
"Brother Wan."
When Wan Guiming heard this, he also raised his hands and saluted:
"Brother Yu."
After a brief greeting session, the three of them glanced at Jiang Fan and suddenly fell silent at the same time.
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this.
Even if you think about it with your buttocks, you know that the other party must be transmitting messages to each other at this time.
As for the content of the message, it must be centered around himself.
Sure enough, he saw these three people turning their heads to glance at him from time to time while remaining silent.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan was not in a hurry, crossed his hands on his chest, and waited patiently.
After a few breaths, the three people finally finished their conversation. The fat monk nodded towards the monk named Yu, then walked towards Jiang Fan and said mockingly:
"Boy, don't blame me for not warning you. It will be too late if you want to exit after entering this building. If you are scared, you can kowtow to me three times now and I will pretend that this never happened."
The superficial meaning of these words seemed to be to give Jiang Fan one last chance to withdraw.
But in fact, it still angered Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan sneered when he heard this.
"Idiot."
Then, without even looking at the fat white monk, he led Li Qingshan and Xiaoqin, the maid in white, into the attic.
The fat white monk was scolded by him, and although his face suddenly darkened, there was a hint of a treacherous smile on his lips.
Seeing that Jiang Fan had already gone up to the second floor, he nodded towards the monk surnamed Yu who was paying close attention not far away.
Then, the two of them walked into the attic together.
At the same time, in the center of the hall of Yunling Hall, a relatively thin boy was introduced into the formation by the monk responsible for guiding him.
Although his expression was nervous, his eyes were determined. As soon as he entered the formation, he immediately chose a position and began to meditate with his eyes closed, as if he couldn't wait to awaken his spiritual roots.
If Jiang Fan saw this boy, he would find that he was one of the two protagonists who was blocking the road and fighting on the way to Yunling Palace.
At this time, Jiang Fan was already sitting on a chair on the second floor.
The fat white monk was sitting opposite him.
The attic here was specially built by Yunling Hall for the use of gambling monks.
Its location is similar to the formation in the center of the Yunling Palace Hall, and it is also in a place that can be seen by all Yingxian Pavilions in the hall.
The second floor of this attic is an open platform with no roof and no obstructions around it.
Jiang Fan knew that from the moment he stepped on this platform, he had entered the sight of everyone here just like the children in the central formation who were undergoing the spiritual root awakening ceremony.
Feeling the eyes from all directions, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He had also experienced this kind of treatment before when he emerged from the Yingxian Pavilion where he was resting.
Therefore, the mentality is quite good.
As for the fat white monk sitting opposite him, he looked unconcerned.
Obviously because I have experienced this kind of scene too many times, I have become completely accustomed to it.
He looked at Jiang Fan opposite, with a provocative smile on his face, and said loudly:
"I've given you a chance below, but you didn't take it. According to the rules here, monks who go to the gambling table must complete at least one bet before they can go down."
"Now that things have happened, I won't hide it from you anymore. In fact, I just came here for your more than 30,000 spiritual stones, and it was just a ploy to trick you here!"
"How about it? Do you feel particularly regretful? Hahahaha..."
The fat white monk laughed wildly as he spoke, looking arrogant as if he was sure of victory.
Li Qingshan, who was standing behind Jiang Fan, heard this and closed his eyes in pain.
It's over, the other side is indeed prepared. Senior Brother Jiang is probably going to fall into trouble today.
Before coming here, Senior Brother Jiang said that the reward of one hundred spirit stones could only be obtained if he performed well.
Today, if the bet loses, Senior Brother Jiang will feel unhappy, and the reward will most likely be wasted.
Thinking of this, Li Qingshan felt extremely regretful.
When I advised Senior Brother Jiang earlier, I should have been more firm.
Xiaoqin, who was also standing behind Jiang Fan, was not as pessimistic as Li Qingshan.
Although he was very uneasy in his heart, he still had an inexplicable confidence in the immortal master named Jiang because of what happened a few days ago.
Jiang Fan sat on the chair, his face expressionless after hearing the fat white monk's speech.
Before the gambling game officially started, the fat white man couldn't wait to see what happened.
Haha, I really envy his confidence.
Jiang Fan raised his head, looked at the monk surnamed Yu who was standing behind Fatty Bai, and narrowed his eyes.
He remembered the luck entry called Huo Ling that he had seen above the opponent's head earlier.
A secret technique that can temporarily control the behavior of others.
This is probably what the other party relies on.
If you meet other monks, you will definitely fall under their secret technique.
Unfortunately, what I met was myself with a cheat.
Jiang Fan thought of this and suddenly looked forward to seeing the other party's expression after the results came out.
While Jiang Fan was thinking, the monks paying attention to this place in the hall of Yunling Hall were also whispering secretly.
"Haha, as expected, this young monk finally fell into a trap..."
"I'm still too young. When I stepped out of the isolation formation of the Yingxian Pavilion where he lived, I had already encountered this scene..."
"If I remember correctly, this time, it was Li Tianzong and Wan Guiming, together with the mysterious monk named Yu, who set up the seventh game this year..."
"Almost...I still remember the last time, half a month ago, that unlucky guy just got more than 1,200 spiritual stones, and before he could warm himself up, he was taken away by these guys..."
"Hey, I've obviously sent a message to remind him. I thought he could jump out, but it's a pity..."
Although the bet has not officially begun, these monks have already determined that Jiang Fan will lose.
This is the judgment they made after years of observation.
Some of them were smiling bitterly. They had suffered from Fatty Bai and his group, so they naturally knew their methods.
It's extremely weird and impossible to guard against.
They believed without hesitation that this young monk would definitely end up with the same fate as themselves.
Chapter 109: The secret technique of bewitching spirits, on the gambling table
